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May 13, 2017


11:32 a.m. A weird guy at a Kalispell casino wouldn’t stop talking about dinosaurs.

(Thanks to Craig Roberts)


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5:01 p.m. A Kalispell man ordered some ammo online. When he received the ammo, it also came with five old cell phones. The caller thought that was pretty weird.

Same guy?

Did the La Brea Tar Pit boss take care of it?

A Mr. F. Flintstone. Book'em Danno!

The Godfather realizes he's a dinosaur? Wow!

The Hungry Horse guy with a fire on his porch should have tried stomping it out, especially if it was a flaming paper bag.
Back in my the olden days, placing a fresh cow pie in a brown paper bag, putting it on someone's front porch, setting it on fire, ringing the door bell and running was considered fun. Not that I ever did anything like that myself, of course.

There was an episode of the Twilight Zone where the main character developped an aphasia, or the people around him all did the same way. When they said "dinosaur," they meant what he called "lunch." (His lunch was their pink.)

Little known fact: In Reno it is illegal to talk about dinosaurs in the casino.

I wonder when the Flathead police blotter book is due out.

3:34 p.m. A Coram woman called police because her son keeps trying to run away. His most recent attempt only lasted 10 minutes and he came back so they could yell at each other more.

This can't be a little kid. I'm guessing the son is at least in his mid-20s.

I think the runaway keeps failing because he is not allowed to cross the street.

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